The Little Bear snuggled in Fang Che's arms, contentedly closing its eyes.
The Little White Tiger, looking envious, cautiously approached. Seeing that the Little Bear didn't open its eyes to object, it carefully nestled close to Fang Che's arms...
Then it closed its eyes.
Falling into a sweet sleep.
Fang Che felt like he was navigating a small boat amidst raging waves, with countless turbulent currents and surging upwards.
He carefully maneuvered and orderly operated the Infinite Scripture.
The nature's spiritual energy poured down onto him like a funnel within the deep pit...
As the Infinite Scripture continued to run, his Divine Sense Power also gradually stabilized.
Gradually coming under control.
Unbeknownst to him, the bottleneck loosened, then cracked, and then shattered... without realizing it, he broke through to the Seventh grade Martial Marquis.
And yet the Infinite Scripture could still operate, the cultivation continued to increase.
